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A Glow Of Light

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By Patrick Conlan

A glow of light

Together we will live and we will die
As one we will fight for what is right
Sad days that are here and yet to come
A living hell we go through but not them
Brought on by those in power
For us lumbered with the dregs of society 
Wont going away unless we stand
The pains of our fallen it was not for this
They can't break the warriors of our land
Dark days but I see a glow of light
Irish sons need to stand as one and fight





 A Shared History of Struggle

We are the sons and daughters of Éire Our land remembers the stories of our ancestors.We carry their struggles in our hearts.Together, we rise, bound by the spirit of our forefathers. We have known hardship.We have faced famine and war.Yet, the spirit of the Irish people has never broken.We are a people forged in fire, our resolve tempered by the trials of time.Our enemies have tried to break us, to erase our culture and our language.But the Irish spirit cannot be extinguished.We are a force of nature, unyielding and eternal.

The Weight of Injustice

Too long have we endured hardship.The weight of injustice bears down upon our shoulders.Our voices have been silenced, our pleas for fairness ignored.The land that birthed us, that nourished our ancestors, is tainted with the pain of our people.We see it in the eyes of our elders, hear it in the whispers of the wind.Those who claim power over us grow fat on our labour.They turn a blind eye to our suffering, deaf to our cries for justice.But their reign will not last forever.

A Call to Rise

The time for silence is over.The time for waiting is done.The hour has come for the Irish people to rise as one.Let our voices shake the very foundations of their power.We are the many, and they are the few.Let us stand together, shoulder to shoulder, united against oppression.Let the fire of our ancestors burn bright within us.Let the drums of rebellion sound across the land.Let the echoes of our defiance reach every corner of this island.We are the Irish, and our spirit will not be broken.

Hope Ignites the Future

 The path ahead will be long.The road to freedom will be paved with sacrifice.But let despair find no home in your hearts.For even in the darkest night, the stars still shine.We fight not for ourselves alone,but for the generations to come.For the children yet to be born on this sacred land.Let us bequeath them a legacy of hope,a future free from oppression.The spirit of Éire courses through our veins.It is the fire in our hearts,the strength in our bones. United, we will overcome.United, we will be free.
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Location: Naas, Co. Kildare, Ireland

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